On top of Guifeng Mountain, in a thatched hut, Hu Yang, wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals, was lazily sitting on a wooden table with his legs crossed. He held a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, closing his eyes and counting something.,He counted each number, and his right chopsticks would clamp a fly in mid-air.,Lu Wan sighed after hearing this, and glanced at Hu Yang. Seeing him still standing there, he impatiently urged, "What are you doing just standing there Get in the car quickly, we're running out of time."。